Lino Mansions
(Hurt Street)

Louise would love this, if she were here.

I would say, " any suggestions" but the phone is off the hook and my

ankles are swelling.

The fridge is talking to the lightswitch.

The chairs are discussing me......i begin to believe

I am stuck in a time tunnel, in a world of carrier bags..........empty

Max Wall is on t.v, fading from view.....or maybe its me

I have no paper...of any kind.

I wanted to write to you

They talk about the pictures you faked on the radio.

i have to turn it down.............stranges noises next door.

I feel like Clarice Lispector scratching these thought to you

with a kitchen knife on the wood chip paper wall

After several hours I HAVE NOTHING.

he will meet you at midnight, in the bus station

The rising damp obliterates the next sentence, Louise;

this was the night it all came crashing down